Lyrics:
sweat duct
Gave me an open tear duct
This pain, yeah I can’t control it
So I don’t want you pointing fingers at me, nigga
Cos when I be premiuim
You
Trauma, trauma
Trauma, trauma
No I'm not crying
It's glass in my eye
Don't sweat that trauma
I know you wanna
Sew your tear ducts up
Be strong, never
What is it now
Now as you start
The blood rushes
The eyes now bulge
The pulse amok
The tear ducts work
Do tell
What did you do
Right there just now
With
a convertible flippin' vertical
Nose first with the top off landin' upside-down
You're tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape
I'd rather just hump a slut's leg
B*tches act suspicious so you know I had to duct 'em
Sending shots on Twitter but won't say sh*t up in public
And we from the westside got our fingers
[Intro: Alley Boy]
Duct Tape, what y'all thought?
Big Bank, Alley God, Ola, huh
Duct Tape ain't nothin' but another name for Edgewood
Gutta
That's
point
My tear ducts been celibate, I use my fucking voice (ha)
Toast a glass, say cheers, let's celebrate the fact that I ain't got no more tears
No more
fuckin' life,
Lemme come back, I've been here for years,
Grindin', blood, sweat and tears.
I don' gave the game my life,
Turned the streets from my
the shotgun ready to bust a cap
Duct tape around your mouth motherfucker did you ???
Ain't nobody trippin', caught that ass slippin'
Dumpin' bullets in your
your sweat
Write about your soul your guts
Criticize you and wish you luck
Drunken Angel
Drunken Angel
You're on the other side
Drunken Angel
your sweat
Write about your soul your guts
Criticize you and wish you luck
Drunken Angel
Drunken Angel
You're on the other side
Drunken Angel
body dance like electric wire?
Do I make your tear ducts dry up?
When I tell the truth
But feel like a liar
You know it's, it's not enough
Just to be in
Matter fact you saw him, downstairs you walked by him
Now thinks it's a setup, could it be or maybe not
She said dont sweat it he dont got the top lock
sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit?
Party by
done burnin', so I know he smell the smoke (damn)
But never let 'em see you sweat
'Cause if he search the trunk, he might find the TEC
Or a bag full
on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga
Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga
Out of duct tape so when he prayin', I
and him answer mi
Blood, sweat and tears never pampering
A bwoy never buss a bump pon the gangsta skin
Circle get smaller, Radius fade
Make dem smile
debts
Kiss your brow and taste your sweat
Write about your soul, your guts
Criticize you and wish you luck
Drunken angel
Drunken angel
You're
They played something
They made something
Brand new baby blues machine
Brass tacks, duct tape
For the great escape
Packed in there like sardines
Feeling better now Murdoc? I haven't heard you crying for a few hours.
My tear ducts dried up years ago. I watched The Notebook last night (Oh
to see u sweat...like
See u sweat like,
Love to see u pressed
O love to see u stressed
Love to see u have nothin left
N u dont need that kinda mess
I can
Off-white and Burberry my sweats (Yeah, yeah)
Off-white and Burberry my sweats
Put this my new tape, no duct or cassette
Still have to put niggas in
Duct tape with no motion (believe that)
'Cause it took to get these hoes open (uha)
Blazin' front page slow roast
West side home of the jackers
'Cause
the crowd choose who can fuckin' last longer
It's the rap monger, rap monster Earl Sweat attack, conquer
Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica
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